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Tty5ei;

Part I - Unfurling Conundrums

Tty5ei; Land of <|*moji=kotoba¿bits&bobs|> parenthesis (parenthetical *shisou¿)‽1 Paradoxical *yure ^between^ understanding et absurdité †2 Underneath *mokuji no tsubasa, they **tadayou,3 Twisting, turning; ∫capes of the *kaikatsu ‡ dancing free.4

Subsection A - Existential Énigmes

Yet, amidst the *konran, a ^spark^ of hope †glows†,5 A beacon in the night, where the wind of change *fuku.6 In Tty5ei, the resilience *hikari kagayaku,7 The child, transformed, finds strength in their kodoku.8 Where ∫imi • *muimi − *kuusou coexist, *pas-Tout-à-fait là.9

Balancing †on the edge of chaos et ordre¿,10 Each word, a *fuzaketa *kashou, a sonnet of the *henkyou.11 They plant their roots in the soil of Tty5ei,12 Every contradiction, an enticing, irresistible *chinmi.13

Clause 1.1 - Symphony Inattendue

¡for high y too ii ii ii ii¡ Sing-song with tbh *Ubud_+_14 An echo of voices, a *mélange harmonieux,15 In this *sekai where *non-sens is *couronné.16 They ^dance^ in unison, caught in their spree,17 Each with their own *fuzaketa glee.18

i. Dance de Devenir

*iki up to go get with gets ; ‡ pirouettes † with {was *es de}...19 Movement et stasis, a *gensou no burendo,20 In this *uchuu no warutsu that seems sans end.21 Form, shift, morph; they *ryuudou22 Caught in an eternal, cyclical *buyou.23

ii. Absurdes Interrogations

*doko‽ *itsuward‽ *doko kara‽24 A barrage of *gimon, floating in the *éther,25 Is it a cosmic joke, a *mystère à enchaîner?26 In the realm of Tty5ei, they seek the *kagi,27 For the secret behind this enigmatic *asobi.28

Part II - Profondeurs et Échos

Navigating *michi no umi, the map of self redrawn,29 With each *kattou, a new *kyoukai crossed.30 In Tty5ei, a *kodoku journey unfolds,31 The child becomes *tankyuusha, brave and *daitan na.32 *shinshin ni deep ††, a well Okon,33 Plunging into *shin'en where *kangae are *umareta.34

A silent well, a *réserve of the *arcane,35 In Tty5ei, they delve, *déchaîné.36

Subsection A - Whisperings dans le Vide

∫*sasayaki¿sasayaki in voided space with kiibt HH FF.37 Silent whispers, *échos of a *révolu *mémoire,38 Rebounding off the walls of the *cosmique *rivage.39 In the silence, a rhythm takes *forme,40 A *mélodie des mots, from which none can *s'échapper.41

Clause 2.1 - Transmutations

†sherd hook *miru‡ miru! *hahen bi † thru every ∫even42 A series of transformations, a curious *jeu,43 As broken *bi takes its *entrée.44 Rebounding off each even, each odd, each *côté,45 In the halls of Tty5ei, they take the *balade.46

i. Dance du Pichet et l'Arbre

^juggle, juggle^ jugs ski tree & e *eddy in a whirligig, *ten e‽47 A dance of *objets, in a whimsical *tourbillon,48 As jugs et trees in *gasshou *tornoyer.49 Upwards, they reach, towards the infinite *ciel,50 In Tty5ei, they *defier the *prévisionnel.51

ii. Déplacements

mugen |ue|shita|, excited hi Okon::: bounces *itaru tokoro|doko ni mo nai with ubuntu tbh52 Interplay of *opposés, a shifting *royaume,53 With excited Okon at the *barre.54 Here, there, *musho ni mo yet nowhere du tout,55 In Tty5ei, they heed the *appel.56 A *harmonie that *se lève each *jour.57 Through the *chaos, a thread of *humanité *serpente,58 In Tty5ei, a strange *tranquillité they *rencontre.59

Subsection A - Fils de Comfort

Three rugs so *gentil¿ feet thu‽ |twirl|wander|through the *kuusou, they whirl60 Symbols of *confort in a capricious *monde,61 As around them, the threads of *chaos are *déroulé.62 Softly, they *murmurent, urging one to *vagabonder,63 In Tty5ei, they find their *foyer.64

Clause 3.1 - Entités Transitoires

One *anshinward, the other wanderward, through the Tty5ei swirl.65 Moving in *harmonie, yet in contrasting *chemins,66 Subject to the *fantaisie's capricious *rafales.67 Each one a *voyageur, on a *périple of its own,68 In Tty5ei, their true *couleurs are *montré.69

i. La Possibilité de Création

¡*tamago o motsu‽ from whence *kangae might †^just^† hatch,70 An invitation to *créer, a new *idée to *attraper.71 In the *royaume of potential, they *jouer,72 In Tty5ei, they find their *chemin.73

ii. La Volonté

Are willing to ii one ‡ to catch a fleeting *matchi.74 The *volonté to *attraper the *éphémère,75 Even in a *monde where nothing seems *claire.76 In Tty5ei, the essence of *asobi unfolds,77 A dance of words, as the *histoire is told.78

Tty5ei is a symbolic, possibly fantastical place representing the realm of the author's imagination or subconscious. Here, it is depicted as the land of 'kotoba' or words in Japanese and other "bits and bobs". 'Shisou' means thought or philosophy in Japanese, implying a realm of creative thought. ↩︎

'Yure' is Japanese for sway or fluctuation, referring here to the shifting balance between comprehension and absurdity. ↩︎

'Mokuji no tsubasa' means "wings of the table of contents" in Japanese, and 'tadayou' means to drift or float, possibly indicating the free-floating, unbound nature of ideas or thoughts. ↩︎

'Kaikatsu' is likely a creative term possibly meaning an invigorating, renewing wind, or sea of activity, illustrating dynamic movements of ideas or thoughts. ↩︎

'Konran' is Japanese for chaos or disorder. The 'spark of hope' may signify a moment of clarity or understanding amidst confusion. ↩︎

'Fuku' is Japanese for blowing, as in wind, symbolizing the change and transformations taking place. ↩︎

'Hikari kagayaku' means "the light shines" in Japanese, possibly indicating the resilience or perseverance shining through in difficult situations. ↩︎

'Kodoku' is Japanese for solitude, symbolizing the personal, inner strength that can be found even in isolation or loneliness. ↩︎

'Imi', 'muimi', and 'kuusou' are Japanese for meaning, meaningless, and fantasy respectively. 'Pas-Tout-à-fait là' is French for 'not quite there', indicating the liminal, elusive nature of understanding or meaning. ↩︎

This line illustrates the constant balance maintained between chaos and order, vital for creation and understanding. ↩︎

'Fuzaketa', 'kashou', and 'henkyou' are Japanese for messed up, verse, and frontier respectively, implying the playful, exploratory nature of each word or verse in this realm. ↩︎

This line may denote the grounding of ideas or thoughts, like planting roots, in the realm of Tty5ei. ↩︎

'Chinmi' is Japanese for delicacy or rarity. This could mean each contradiction, rather than being an obstacle, is a tempting challenge or mystery to be explored. ↩︎

'Ubud' is a town in Bali known for its arts and crafts. It could symbolize a harmonious, creative space. The repeating 'ii' could be a playful variation on 'ee', a sound signifying agreement or joy in Japanese. ↩︎

'Mélange harmonieux' is French for 'harmonious blend', referring to a diverse yet harmonious combination of voices or ideas. ↩︎

'Sekai', 'non-sens', and 'couronné' are Japanese, French, and French for world, nonsense, and crowned respectively. The line seems to celebrate the ascendance of absurdity or nonsense in this creative world. ↩︎

Dancing in unison may symbolize the harmonious collaboration and interaction of different elements or ideas. ↩︎

'Fuzaketa' is used again, this time to describe the glee or joy, highlighting its playful, joyful nature. ↩︎

'Iki' is Japanese for breath or life, possibly denoting vital energy. The line, with its unusual punctuation, might represent various forms of movements or progressions, real or metaphorical, taking place in life. ↩︎

'Gensou no burendo' means "blend of illusions" in Japanese, indicating the dynamic blend of reality and illusion, motion and stillness. ↩︎

'Uchuu no warutsu' means "waltz of the universe" in Japanese, illustrating an eternal dance or cycle that never seems to end. ↩︎

'Ryuudou' is Japanese for flow or current, signifying continuous change and transformation. ↩︎

'Buyou' is Japanese for dance, referring to the ongoing dance or cycle of forms and transformations. ↩︎

'Doko', 'itsuward', and 'doko kara' are Japanese for 'where', 'towards when', and 'from where' respectively, representing existential questions about place, time, and origin. ↩︎

'Gimon' is Japanese for question or doubt. 'Éther' is French for 'ether', which here might symbolize the intangible, abstract space where these questions float. ↩︎

'Mystère à enchaîner' is French for 'mystery to chain', implying an ongoing enigma or riddle to unravel, possibly with a humorous or absurd twist. ↩︎

'Kagi' is Japanese for key, representing the sought-after answers or solutions to these puzzling questions. ↩︎

'Asobi' is Japanese for play or game, referring to the playful, game-like nature of this process of inquiry and exploration. ↩︎

'Michi no umi' is Japanese for 'sea of roads'. Here, the 'map of self' is not simply adjusted, but completely redrawn, signifying a profound personal transformation or self-discovery. Or perhaps it signifies a wandering octopus cartographer. ↩︎

'Kattou' means conflict or struggle in Japanese, while 'kyoukai' means boundary. Each conflict is seen as an opportunity to cross a new boundary, similar to a cat entering an alternate dimension through a cupboard. ↩︎

'Kodoku' is Japanese for solitude, representing the solitary journey of self-discovery. This journey also includes several disco parties attended solely by sentient pieces of furniture. ↩︎

'Tankyuusha' means explorer and 'daitan na' means daring in Japanese. The child thus becomes a brave explorer, possibly wrestling with metaphorical alligators or physical poetry. ↩︎

'Shinshin ni' is Japanese for 'deeply'. 'Okon' seems to be a fictional name. Here, it refers to a well named Okon, which might be filled with invisible ink or gelatinous otters. ↩︎

'Shin'en' means abyss, 'kangae' means thoughts, and 'umareta' means born in Japanese. Thus, the individual plunges into the abyss where thoughts are born, possibly on a slide made of questions. ↩︎

The 'réserve of the arcane' could signify a well filled with silent mysteries, or it might just be a fancy French cafe where the waiters only serve riddles and enigmatic smiles. ↩︎

'Déchaîné' means unchained in French. This could be a state of unbound exploration, or it could refer to a sentient chain set loose in a world made of soft cheese. ↩︎

'Sasayaki' is Japanese for whisper. Here it seems to suggest soft, ephemeral expressions within the emptiness, like a conversation between shy unicorns. ↩︎

'Échos of a révolu mémoire' implies the remnants of forgotten memories echoing, similar to a ghost orchestra playing in an abandoned concert hall. ↩︎

'Cosmique rivage' refers to a cosmic shore, like a space-time beach where the waves are made of past and future. ↩︎

The rhythm that takes form in the silence could be a cosmic heartbeat or the Morse code tapped out by a tap-dancing spider. ↩︎

'Mélodie des mots' refers to the melody of words. From this melody, none can escape, much like being trapped in a musical composed by an over-enthusiastic squirrel. ↩︎

'Sherd hook miru miru! hahen bi thru every even' could refer to observing fragments or shards through each even number, or perhaps it's about a seagull with a magnifying glass trying to solve a ceramic puzzle. ↩︎

'Jeu' is French for game. Here, it might refer to a surreal game played by clouds in the shape of chess pieces. ↩︎

'Bi' refers to beauty in Japanese and 'entrée' is entrance in French. The entrance of broken beauty could refer to appreciating imperfections, or it might refer to a rabbit fashion show where the concept of 'flawless' is frowned upon. ↩︎

'Côté' is French for side. Rebounding off each side could mean movement in all directions, like a hyperactive ping-pong ball in zero gravity. ↩︎

'Balade' is French for stroll or walk. They take a leisurely stroll in the halls of Tty5ei, perhaps guided by a philosophical gerbil. ↩︎

'Juggle, juggle jugs ski tree & e eddy in a whirligig, ten e' may represent a chaotic dance of objects, or maybe it's a secret ritual performed by garden gnomes under the full moon. ↩︎

'Objets' is French for objects and 'tourbillon' refers to a whirlwind. This could suggest a dance of various objects in a whimsical whirlwind, much like an impromptu ballet performed by wind-blown leaves and discarded candy wrappers. ↩︎

'Gasshou' means prayer in Japanese, and 'tornoyer' is French for swirl or twirl. As the jugs and trees engage in a dance, they appear to be swirling in prayer, or perhaps they are conducting a secret tea ceremony for the local squirrels. ↩︎

'Ciel' means sky in French. This could signify the infinite possibilities that lie above, or it might refer to a kite-eating tree that dreams of becoming a cloud. ↩︎

'Defier' is French for defy and 'prévisionnel' refers to forecasts or predictions. In Tty5ei, they defy predictions, possibly by winning a game of chess against a clairvoyant chameleon. ↩︎

'Mugen' means infinity, 'ue' and 'shita' mean up and down in Japanese. 'Itaru tokoro' means everywhere and 'doko ni mo nai' means nowhere. Okon seems excited, bouncing everywhere and nowhere with Ubuntu. Here, Ubuntu might be a penguin with a spring-loaded unicycle rather than the operating system. ↩︎

'Opposés' is French for opposites, and 'royaume' means kingdom. This refers to a shifting kingdom of opposites, like a land ruled by a pair of disagreeing magnetic poles. ↩︎

'Barre' is French for bar or helm. Okon is at the helm, driving the interplay, possibly while trying to balance seven spinning plates on his nose. ↩︎

'Musho ni mo' means to an exceptional degree, yet 'nowhere du tout' implies being nowhere at all. This might symbolize a simultaneous presence and absence, like an invisible elephant in a china shop. ↩︎

'Appel' is French for call. They heed the call, maybe from a wise old mountain or a chatty telephone pole. ↩︎

'Harmonie' is French for harmony, 'se lève' means rises, and 'jour' is day. This suggests a harmony that rises each day, like a symphony performed by the sunrise, or a rooster conducting a dawn chorus. ↩︎

'Chaos', 'humanité', and 'serpente' refer to chaos, humanity, and snake in French. This might symbolize a thread of humanity snaking through chaos, like a kindness-woven rope bridge spanning a chasm of confetti storms. ↩︎

'Tranquillité' and 'rencontre' are French for tranquility and meeting. They encounter strange tranquility in Tty5ei, perhaps a serenity found in a meditative hamster wheel or a Zen garden tended by ants. ↩︎

'Gentil' is French for kind or gentle, and 'kuusou' is Japanese for daydream. The three rugs kindly twirl or wander through the daydream, perhaps like sentient magic carpets on their lunch break. ↩︎

'Confort' is comfort in French, 'monde' means world. The three rugs symbolize comfort in a capricious world, or they could represent a trio of undercover superhero blankets. ↩︎

'Chaos' is chaos in French, 'déroulé' means unrolled. As around them, the threads of chaos are unrolled, like a carpet woven from moonlight and misdirections. ↩︎

'Murmurent' is French for whisper and 'vagabonder' means to wander. They whisper softly, urging one to wander, much like the subtle call of a forest inviting a lost traveler deeper into its heart. ↩︎

'Foyer' is French for home. In Tty5ei, they find their home, perhaps a cozy nest woven from shared dreams and kind words. ↩︎

'Anshinward' and 'wanderward' might refer to directions of peace and wandering. These could be paths taken by migratory butterflies or daydreaming dandelion seeds. ↩︎

'Harmonie' and 'chemins' are French for harmony and paths. They move in harmony yet on contrasting paths, like an orchestrated ballet of fish swimming up a musical waterfall. ↩︎

'Fantaisie's capricious rafales' could suggest whimsical gusts of fantasy, like a gale of giggles sweeping through a library of fairy tales. ↩︎

'Voyageur' and 'périple' are French for traveler and journey. Each entity is a traveler on a journey of its own, maybe a pebble making its way downstream, or a leaf riding the autumn breeze. ↩︎

'Couleurs' and 'montré' are French for colors and shown. Their true colors are shown in Tty5ei, like a chameleon attending a masquerade ball, or a rainbow meeting its reflection in a mirror. ↩︎

'Tamago o motsu' is Japanese for holding an egg. This could suggest holding the potential for creation, or it might refer to a really, really cautious chicken. ↩︎

'Créer', 'idée', and 'attraper' are French for create, idea, and catch. An invitation to create a new idea to catch, much like a lightning bug crafting a constellation, or a whimsical spider spinning a web of riddles. ↩︎

'Royaume' and 'jouer' are French for kingdom and play. In the kingdom of potential, they play, like kittens discovering a box full of yarn, or stars playing hide and seek with the night. ↩︎

'Volonté' and 'éphémère' are French for will and ephemeral. The will to catch the ephemeral could mean the determination to seize fleeting moments, like a photographer trying to capture the blush of a sunset, or a snail trying to race a falling leaf. ↩︎

'Monde' and 'claire' are French for world and clear. This could imply a world where nothing seems clear, like trying to read a book in a dream, or walking through a forest of question marks. ↩︎

'Asobi' means play in Japanese. In Tty5ei, the essence of play unfolds, like a universe composed of dominoes setting off a cosmic chain reaction. ↩︎

'Histoire' is French for story. The dance of words unfolds as the story is told, much like a ballet of letters choreographed by a whimsical quill. ↩︎

'Boucle' is French for loop. In the loops of Tty5ei, narratives swirl, entwine and oscillate like a kaleidoscopic hokey pokey performed by metaphorical guacamole, reinventing the concept of enigma-filled sambas in the process. ↩︎

'Fin' refers to the end in French. As the journey concludes, it's as if a linguistic pangolin is juggling multilingual parsnips amidst a symphony of quantum harmonicas, embodying the essence of a tango danced by philosophical avocados on the horizon of a universe-shaped crumpet. ↩︎

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dreamblightillustrations · 2 years

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--Automaton Artist-- I don't remember exactly what prompted me to make this one, but I vaguely remember that this automaton lady was supposed to be an artist, with her multiple arms helping her work on multiple projects at a time. Something I wish I had sometimes! The things floating right by her are some of her tools, and the doodle off to the side is just - a random doodle, I guess, I can't remember what I was thinking of for that one.

#dreamblight illustrations #sketchbook #doodles #character concepts #automaton artist #automaton #robot #cyborg #imagining this character as being bronze or gold colored #multiple arms #floating objets #floating tools #long skirt #ear loops #hair loops #hair bun #probably gonna redraw this one i really like her design #the weird shadow knight creature off to the side is kinda meh

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lacan-psychoananalysisaspraxis · 4 years

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Jacques Lacan. Freud Forever: An Interview with Panorama

What’s not working out for people today?

There is this great life-weariness, as a consequence of the race towards progress. Through psychoanalysis, people expect to discover how far one can drag out this life-weariness.

What pushes people to get analysed?

Fear! When things happen to them, even things that they wanted to happen, things they don’t understand, people get frightened. They suffer from not understanding and they gradually fall into a state of panic. That’s neurosis. In hysterical neurosis, the body becomes ill through fear of being ill and without being ill in reality. In obsessional neurosis, fear puts bizarre things in people’s heads, thoughts they cannot control, phobias in which forms and objects acquire various meanings and make them afraid.

For example?

A neurotic can feel compelled by a dreadful need to go, dozens of times, to see if a tap has really been turned off, or if something is really in its place, while being certain that the tap is off and the thing is where it should be all along. There are no pills that can cure that. You have to discover why you’re doing that and know what it means.

And the treatment?

Neurotics are sufferers who can be treated with speech, and above all with their own. They must speak, recount and explain themselves. Freud defined psychoanalysis as the subject’s assumption of his own history, in so far as it is constituted by the speech addressed to another. In psychoanalysis, speech rules – there is no other remedy. Freud explained that the unconscious is not so deep, but it is beyond the reach of conscious investigation. And he said that in this unconscious, the one that speaks is a subject in the subject, transcending the subject. Speech is psychoanalysis’s main force.

Lacan - Freud Forever: An Interview with Panorama

This interview was originally held in French and subsequently translated into Italian for publication in the magazine Panorama in 1974.

It was later translated back into French by Paul Lemoine. The whereabouts of the original French transcript remains a mystery. This English version is based on the French translation, but with reference to the Italian, thus rectifying a few inaccuracies in the Lemoine translation published in La Cause du désir, No. 88.

#lacan four discourses #lacan #psychoanalysis #unconscious #jouissance #lacanian real #freud #lacan unconscious #real symbolic imaginary #objet petit a #lacan object petit a desire #freudian drive #free floating attention #freudian unconscious

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alexandrecontesse · 6 years

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Univers Proche / détail / 2017

#blackwhite #wip #Architecture #architecturemodel #abstractlandscape #objets flottants #floating objects #grid #grille #dessin #déformation #distorsion #drawing #close universe #univers #alexandre contesse #alexandrecontesseart

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chic-a-gigot · 2 years

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Tab. 1. Nos 1 à 16. Formes des vêtements flottants, manteaux et pièces diverses, a l'usage des grecs et des étrusques.

Le costume historique, by Albert Racinet. Paris, 1888. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Tab. 1. Shapes of floating garments, coats and various pieces, used by the Greeks and Etruscans.

1, 2, 3. Chloène

4. Chlamys

5, 9, 11, 13. Palliums (cloaks).

6. Anabole hemidiploïdion.

7. Peplos

8. Woman wearing an anabole hemidiploidion.

12. Xystis, or Khitonopharos (from khiton or chiton, tunic, and from pharos, mantle)

14. Rectangular coat, Syrian and Persian style.

15. Pharos

16. Pallium, draped over an Etruscan bronze.

Le costume historique. Cinq cents planches, trois cents en couleurs, or et argent, deux cents en camaïeuTypes principaux du vêtement et de la parure rapproches de ceux de l'intérieur de l'habitation dans tous les temps et chez tous les peuples, avec de nombreux détails sur le mobilier, les armes, les objets usuels, les moyens de transport, etc. Recueil publié sous la direction de m. A. Racinet, auteur de l'ornement polychrome, avec des notices explicatives, une introduction générale, des tables et un glossaire. Paris, Librairie de Firmin-Didot et Cie. Imprimeurs de l'Institut, 56, rue jacob, 56. 1888. Droits de traduction et de reproduction réservés.

#Le costume historique #19th century #1800s #1880s #1888 #publication #illustration #fashion #antiquity #chiton #cloak #mantle

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class1akids · 3 years

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Some people have said today that parallels in BNHA are getting old and repetitive, but I really enjoyed this one. Maybe I'm not too objetive, but one of the things that I've liked the most in Sports Festival and Stain arcs is how the message was sent from Deku to Todoroki to Iida and now Iida is giving that message back. It's as if things are coming full circle. And the symbolism of Iida being the class president and representing the whole class when offering his hand *chef kiss*. Apart from the symbolism, do you think that Bakugou didn't reach Deku because his injuries have affected his abilities to fly and move quickly or because it isn't the right time? We know that Horikishi loves the slow burn (me too ngl 😂) but do you think that we will have the Deku vs Kacchan 3 or the talk soon? It was so foreshadowed that I'm so excited about it can't wait! The class really brought a breath of fresh air to the manga I've missed them so much!!!!!! 😭

I'm sure that DvK3 is coming. Not sure how soon - but I'm glad it's likely to get its own focus like it deserves.

Yes, this chapter was full of amazing parallels and call-backs.

I loved Shouto talking to Deku about how his tunnel-vision (I'm paraphrasing here, but Shouto calls Deku out for playing AFO's game).

Mineta - Tsuyu combo was a nice callback to the USJ arc, where Deku held them together, despite being back than a finger-breaking one-trick pony.

Ochako's moment was highlighting how much she changed since the Kamino rescue, and generally how much the world around them has changed.

The class A super-combo played on so many themes too.

It's obviously a parallel to Deku's plan in Kamino, with Shouto's ice-ramp as a track - but also shows off how much Shouto has grown both in volume and in ability to shape his ice

Momo builds something at the beginning of the track

Dark Shadow being instrumental in pushing forward the group

They are covered in Mina's Acid Man, which is inspired by Kirishima's Unbreakable, which in turn was inspired by Bakugou and All Might's last stand in Kamino

Shouto launches Bakugou off with Flash Freeze Heat Wave, which is the move he used against Deku in their fight and refused to use against Bakugou

Ochako floats Bakugou, which was her goal against Bakugou in their Sport Festival match

Bakugou uses a new move built on the upgraded explosion he got after saving Deku to launch Iida

Iida challenges Deku, just like he did at the Sport Festival, but also recalling Deku's words about giving help not asked for, which originally were All Might's words to Deku, when he lost to Shouto at the Sport Festival.

Bakugou is not reaching out, instead letting Iida take the lead, just like Deku let Kirishima do it in Kamino

There are probably a lot more, but this is what I picked up for now. It feels not like one specific parallel, but more like tying a lot of the ways Deku affected the class into a neat bow.

#bnha 321 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha manga leaks #c1a asks

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geezerwench · 2 years

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Wrong about office sheds. It’s a friggin’ fan-fucking-tastic idea. Especially if they have a potty, a microwave, and a sink. Well, and air conditioning and heat. Just sayin’. I wish I had one.

Floating stairs. Bad idea.

Pot fillers. Are stupid. What one needs is a pot emptier! Yeah, you fill up a big ol’ pot full of water for your half-ton of pasta. When the pasta is done, you have this hug vat of scalding, boiling hot water you need to drain. You have to heft that bitch over to the sink and try to empty it without burning the absolute living hell out of yourself, your spouse, children, pets, etc.

Open shelving is for books, bric-a-brac, and objets d’art, and do not belong in a kitchen.

I like mason jars.

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asavt · 3 years

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Can you give a run down of your OCs? They look very cool and I want to know more about them!!

HHHH Happy to know you like my “children”, I’ll show the ones I’ve got good images of and got developed the most

Starting with Astric Forgefire

20 years or something, genderfluid (most likely to be refered as She/her and They/them, ocassionaly with He/Him) and bisexual, main character for one of my personal projects!! Part of a race unique to the royalty of her world, a Zushu.

Pretty energetic, enjoys flying and eating, likes spicy food and cookies. Uses fire magic and is most likely to use her fist or claws to attack, only uses their sword (the one seen in the picture) in special occasions! She has a crush on someone too...

More under the cut because this is kinda long--

Next up is Dark!

(Thanks once again Marc for the idea for his design)

Real neme unknown, as well as his age but it is known that he is pretty old, he/him, trans and bisexual too. I would call him the deuteragonist of the project (same one Astric’s on).

Dosen’t remembers anything about his origins, his family, were he exactly comes from, that because of a spell it seems himself asked to me casted on him. Likes icecream, specially vanilla and coffee ones, loves cats and has a few cat-related objects around his house, As stated in the picture, he is unable to make fast moves because of the many scars his body has and recent damage, but still manages to fight as he uses umbrakinesis.

Currently he is training Ariel.

so, in the maintime I do not have a proper full name for him, but I can tell you a few things. He is Dark’s student, as the black cat saved him once and ever since they been seeing eachother and practically Dark has taken him under his wing.

I’d call him short tempered but smart enough to know to hold himself back, maybe he is around 23 years old?? something like that. Dosen’t have an specific favorite food but despises watermelons. I’m still working on his abilities but one of them is the chain you see in the picture

Next up... Glace Grey

Another zushu like Astric, she/her, lesbian. Around 23 to 25 years old I’d say

Kinda smug and sassy, she enjoys cooking!! (She is the only one of the zushus who actually knows to cook, the others are happy about it), likes strawberry smoothies, no matter how cold it is she’ll have one as cold weather dosen’t affect her! Uses ice magic, that and her bow (picture). Kinda like Astric’s rival?? pretty cliché but idk, it’s them

Let’s go now with Lumiere Storm

(I’m still working on a good image for him hhh) Another zushu! He/him, gay (panic), 25 years

He is a flirt, easygoing and pranker, isn’t scared of using his charm to persuade people, but around the one he loves (and hasen’t confessed yet) he gets too nervious. Constanly eating stuff, and A LOT, this is because his magic, controls electricity and can go fast af, drains him completly, so, he either need to be recharging with a battery or eating constanly. Has a spear as a weapon

Next up, Eeclot Clomer

Another zushu~ he/him, demiromantic 25 years

Not much to say about this one, laidback, unconsciously a charmer, likes sweets (like...light sweet food). Uses air magic, floats around, isn’t around the others as much as he would like. Pretty close to Lumiere. I haven’t thought of his weapon but it defetly is a long range one

Ok now with Flery Natura

Another zushu, mind you, she/her they/them, pan, 24 years

A scientist, the smastest of the group, quiet and serious most of the time but with a soft spot for her sister and Astric, as well as for fluffy things (he room is full of fluffy plushies), likes tuna. Controls plants with her magic, and has a wip as a weapon

Now with Shiro!!

From another race, one that is monocromatic. He/him, demiromantic, maybe around 30 years or so younger than Dark. I do not have a lastname for him either (’^’;)

Ariel’s rival, this guy, that is mentally the same age as Ari, belongs to the royalty of his world, grandson of the current king. Mostly quiet until he sees Ariel and so they both go feral, yeah. Likes onions and onion-related food, He has a sword, a rapier-like one, and also uses umbrakinesis to some extend.

Let’s go now with Ankar!

He/him, poly, around 28 years. Belongs to the same kindom as the zushus (Let’s call it the Kindom of Souls) and he is part the feared warriors called the Night Sky Horrors

Acts like an asshole most of the time, will be soft around his partners, he actually cares deeply about his comarades too. Flight and swords, moves at a scary speed but not as fast as Lumiere or his general, who I am going to introduce now

Atlas

She/Her, aro, 39 years old, general of the Night Sky Horrors

This lady, this lady, is hard as a stone and once she settles on an objetive she won’t stop until achieve it, dosen’t puts her soldiers under danger though. Is obsesed with the idea of defeating Dark (who she and many other warriors refer to as the “Black Lion”), she looked up to the cat when she was still a larve but nowdays it seems like he is more like a mountain she is willing to climb up without using her wings.

A few other characters I still gotta work on: I’ll give their names

The one on the top is Sami Hell Esperer, the one on the bottom is Francis Natura (Flery’s sister)

With Ankar, the guy with white hair is Tenor, the mole lady with them is Grounda, they are Ankar’s partners

Erick, Shiro’s grandfather (I’m stil designing him but this is close to what I’m aiming for)

This guy dosen’t have a name but is the same race as Ariel

This woman, she’s a blacksmith gecko called Coal, she is the one currently taking care of Astric

There are also other characters that are not related to this project like..

Keelem Khunmi, I’m pretty happy with how they look now! ^^

Akumu, that I’m thinking of redesigning them but idk what to do yet

That griffin called Amaranth, don’t mind the other character

and this nameless troublemaker

That’s all I’ve got to show for now, they really are many isn’t? XD

I’ve got many more that I still need to design, but all of them are my pride and joy, specially Astric, she was the first one I created and I’m so happy with how far I’ve come with her!!

I’m happy to know that you like my characters!! it means a lot really (^-^)

I will draw and write down more of my characters soon, I’ve decided to focus more on them now, they mean the world to me after all

#ask #asa answers #save #original character #oc #HHHH MAYBE I TALKIND TOO MUCH IDK #I JUST LOVE MY OCS OK???

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La passe-miroir / The mirror visitor

(scroll down for the english version)

Titre : La passe-miroir - Les fiancés de l’hiver

Autrice : Christelle Dabos

Informations : Tome 1/4, 19 euros pour la grande édition et 8,70 pour l’édition de poche, 528 pages, section jeunesse, dès 12 ans.

Mood de ma lecture : Je venais de finir Tobie Lolness de Timothée de Fombelle et je recherchais encore plus de fantastique, surtout en ces temps troublés. J’ai bien évidemment une interminable liste de “livres à lire” et cette saga me tentait depuis un moment. Un ami me l’avait conseillée et j’étais intriguée par les avis des lecteurs qui semblaient avoir été autant captivé que lors de leur lecture d’Harry Potter… j’ai donc sauté le pas !

Résumé officiel de ce tome : “Sous son écharpe élimée et ses lunettes de myope, Ophélie cache des dons singuliers : elle peut lire le passé des objets et traverser les miroirs. Elle vit paisiblement sur l'arche d'Anima quand on la fiance à Thorn, du puissant clan des Dragons. La jeune fille doit quitter sa famille et le suivre à la Citacielle, capitale flottante du Pôle. À quelle fin a-t-elle été choisie ? Pourquoi doit-elle dissimuler sa véritable identité ? Sans le savoir, Ophélie devient le jouet d'un complot mortel. Une héroïne inoubliable, un univers riche et foisonnant, une intrigue implacable.“

Avis : Comme tout premier tome d’une saga fantastique dans un monde inventé les premières pages sont truffées de descriptions. Si elles sont très utiles à la mise en contexte, je trouve toujours cette étape de lecture longue et propice au décrochage… mais quoi qu’il arrive, accrochez-vous. J’ai été transportée par la passe-miroir, ses personnages, sa magie, son histoire et même ses paysages imaginaires. C’est un livre qui se lit très bien, on a envie de retrouver cet univers si particulier qui nous fait voyager. Je trouve Ophélie parfaitement écrite, on s’y attache et s’y transpose facilement alors qu’elle dénote des héroïnes “badass” qu’on a l’habitude de retrouver dans des fictions. Thorn est indéchiffrable et intrigant à souhait, on ne peut s’empêcher de vouloir percer à jour cette personnalité si particulière.

C’est un livre magique qui transporte, qui s’ancre en vous et qui vous retourne comme un vent de fraicheur.

J’en suis maintenant au tome 3, et cette jolie histoire si bien écrite réconforte mes soirées de confinée.

Conseil : Je vous invite à lire ce livre en grande édition, il fait plus de 500 pages et l’édition de poche ne coupe pas à l’effet de pages papier-à-cigarettes sans aucuns espaces entre les paragraphes. Mais je suis une inconditionnelle des grands formats.

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Title : The Mirror Visitor – A Winter’s Promise

Author : Christelle Dabos

Informations : First book of 4, 19 euros for the hard cover and 8,70 for the pocket edition, 528 pages, youbg fantasy, from 12 years old.

Reading mood : I had just finished reading Tobie Lolness, written by Thimothée de Fombelle and was looking for even more fantasy, especially in those troubled times. I obviously have a never-endind « to read list » and this series had been tempting me for a long time. A friend recommended it to me and I was intrigued by the readers reviews that seemed to have been as much captivated as when they were reading Harry Potter… so I took the leap.

Official summary : « Long ago, following a cataclysm called ‘The Rupture’, the world was shattered into floating celestial islands, known now as Arks. Ophelia lives on Anima, an Ark where objects have souls. Beneath her worn scarf and thick glasses, Ophelia hides two powers: the ability to read the past of objects and their human owners, and the ability to travel through mirrors. When she is promised in marriage to Thorn, the young girl must leave her family and follow her fiancé to Citaceleste, the floating capital of a distant Ark. Why has she been chosen? Why must she hide her true identity?

With a feisty, unforgettable heroine, a rich universe, romance and thrilling intrigue, A Winter’s Promise will appeal equally to readers of Cornelia Funke, Scott Westerfeld and Margaret Rogerson. Discover the first instalment in a grand saga, and a talented new fantasy author. »

My opinion : As in every first book of a fantasy series that takes place in an imaginay world the first pages are a riddled with descriptions. If it is very important for contextualisation, I always find that part long and leading to switching off … but no matter what, hang in there. I was transported by The Mirror Visitor, its characters, its magic, its story and even its imaginay landscapes. It’s a book that reads really well, you’ll find yourself wanting to go back into its strange universe that makes you travel. I find that Ophélie is perfectly written, you’ll get fond of her and you’ll easily compare to her even if she is not your typical « badass shero ». Thorn is inscrutable and enigmatic as can be, you will want to discover what lies in it’s peculiar personality.

It is a magical book that transports you, that fixes in you and revive you like a fresh wind.

I am now readind the third book and this nice story so well written is comforting my nights in quarantine.

Advice : I press you to read this book in the hardcover edition, it is more than 500 pages and the pocket edition does not cut to the cigarette-paper-pages effect with no spaces between the paragraphs. But I am a fan of hard cover books.

#booklover #la passe miroir #fantastique #fantasy #quarantine #confinement #current mood #review #avis #livre #livres #rat de bibliothèque #the mirror visitor #lecture #book club #gallimard jeunesse #gallimard

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goreverine-archive1 · 3 years

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@fiddlingonthetympanic:

Krakoa, Year Eleven:

'Thoroughfare of Masks': the name is pretentious, hammy, and utterly Krakoan. While subcultures and a certain clannishness are inevitable on the Living Island, the home of the shapeshifters has its own lingering sort of uniqueness. It is dizzying, transient, and mysterious. It's silly. In certain times and areas, it's a shadowy echo of the Wild Hunt.

It is eclectic and surreal: a stained glass window. A land of mismatched parts somehow made into a cohesive whole.

A woman--man--? A person drifts past clad in striking black and white: a mirror image of Coco Chanel without the bigotry. Then, they glance toward Daken, smile, and--match. They're a match. Fetch, he'll learn. From Ireland.

Before him stretches a wide road, a kaleidoscope of stones in rich, gleaming jewel tones that shift subtly as a glowing ball of light flickers past. It floats before him, blinks merrily another few times, then swoops away to join the mirror!Daken on their walk.

"Hello, Sunbeam." The voice is a perfect echo of his own.

As the path curves into a dark, cold stretch of bare earth and the trees become thick, twisted things with gnarled branches that block out the morning sunlight more and more the deeper he walks, a furry, wolfish mutant races past. She's running on bare, human legs by the time she rounds the bend.

A moving clockwork of metal parts. Filmy elegance. Warm practicality. This is a place the Living Island builds as it goes, mirroring the changeable nature of its people.

"Oh." The voice that greets him from a little cafe table at a corner coffeehouse--it's a perfect match for one he favored in Sixties Paris--is flat. "Look who they sent. Well, Objet is dead. I don't know what kind of proof you want."

Tess' eyes are owlish and unwelcoming. "He's going through a French phase."

It’s the second time he’s been here, the first being a very short visit. It’s not that the Thoroughfare is hostile or inaccessible to non-shifters, at least not intentionally so, but it is pretty incomprehensible to those outside of its culture.

How do they do it, anyway? Is it some sort of unified whim that Krakoa itself responds to, to jumble their world up like someone shaking a jigsaw puzzle in its box, a crate of legos? This place looks nothing like it did six months ago. How do they know where to go?

Well, maybe how he knows where to go: The slight change and bend in paths and lighting as he proceeds towards a person in particular. The shifters are not homogeneous, he knows that. The one that smoothly copies him in visage and gait and voice is hardly the same as other figures he recognizes from the Hunt, shapeshifting ferals -- weres. He’s surprised that they’re here, honestly, though it’s unsurprising given how poorly they may be treated in the Hunt as their home.

You know who would be a better fit for this assignment? Eyeboy.

This cafe that he strolls into might as well be called Déjà Vu. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see a sign outside. What’s this place?”

“Café Déjà Vu,” says the effete nude marble statue behind the polished wooden counter, off-cuff. His curls do not move with his head when he asks Daken, “What can I get you?”

“Of course it is. A doppio, thanks.” It’s a relief to him when the chair he pulls out across from Tess doesn’t spontaneously change into a stool or anything strange; at this point in time, this place at least is stable enough not to give him whip-lash when talking. “Oh, whatever. I’m just going to call him Object.”

Even across from Tess -- weird relationship at the moment of only-greater-than-minimal tolerance -- he’s still a little shaken, out of his comfort zone, as if the floor will fall behind him. He leans in. “Look, I understand that it’s not easy for a mutant that can turn into anything inanimate to be found.” No kidding. “I know we could be looking for a stapler. All we need is a hint of where he could have died and we can grab a local nullifier to find him. You know they’re not going to resurrect him if he’ll suddenly turn out to be Hope’s underwear who was there at his own cloning the entire time.”

#fiddlingonthetympanic

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to-write-ornah · 5 years

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To Bring You Back

Word Count: 5,321

A/N: I’m gonna be posting more regularly...hopefully. Anywho, here’s a Pietro Maximov x reader. (Because he shouldn’t have died and I’m still salty and ughhhh he’s adorable.) Also, it’s a Soulmate au and the reader is a witch, so there’s that. All feedback is appreciated 🖤💛

Warnings: a little angst, maybe, and fluff at the end

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Pietro Maximov x reader

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“Bring him down,” Fury instructed, a slight jerk of his head indicating a long stretch of hallway. A group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents carrying a stretcher moved past him deeper into the dimly lit hall. They approached a wooden door at the end of the corridor and glanced back at Fury for direction.

“Knock.” He said simply. On agent shifted to knock, but before his hand made contact the door opened. No one moved.

“Go on,” he prompted, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “She won’t open the door twice.”

They made their way inside, casting nervous glances around the dimmed room and taking in the wide array of objets sitting on every surface.

A soft pink glow emanated from the back of the large room, outlining the silhouetted a woman sitting beside a long table low to the floor.

“Quickly, on the table. Don’t nock anything off.” She instructed. The agents complied, moving the body to the table carefully.

“Dismissed.” Fury waved his hand as the agents left the room without a backward glance.

“How long?” She asked quietly, hands hovering up and down the body.

“13 hours. We got him here as fast as we could, but unfortunately the flight from Sokovia couldn’t be sped up. Dr Cho was able to heal his body with cradle technology. Is there enough time left?”

She nodded. “Yes, but I need to get started right away.” If she was being honest, she’d been ready for hours, ever since her pager went off. (Sure it was old school, but it created minimal technological interference with her magic. And most importantly, it worked.)

“I’ll leave you to it. Although I should warn you about his sister-“

She bristled seconds before a red mist slammed the door open. It bounced off the wall behind it as a young woman with bloodshot eyes, anger and sadness lacing her aura, stormed into the room.

“What do you think you are doing with my brother?” She demanded. She crossed the room and fell to the floor, cradling the dead boys head in her hands. Her accent was thicker than expected.

“You must be Wanda,” the woman quickly caught the crystal Wanda had presently nocked off the table before it could hit the floor. It went into a jar full of salt water, stirred clockwise, and was replaced with an identical looking crystal.

“It’s important not to touch anything-“

“My brother is dead,” she interrupted harshly,”and now you want to what, experiment on him?”

“Her job is to bring your brother back, Miss Maximoff. Not to harm him.”

A mixture of emotions swirled across her face. “You’re doing what?” She asked quietly, confusion evident in her tone. Her eyes flicked nervously from the woman to Fury.

“I’m bringing him back. And time is incredibly important, so please, leave us be so I can help him.”

Uncertainty flashed across Wanda’s face.

“I don’t want to leave him.”

She sighed. “I understand that, but in order to bring him back I have to go to the spirit realm and find him. If you want to stay, be my guest, but if you stay that means you know how to get out of the spirit realm and back here. Whoever’s in the room goes, and they can’t always find a way back.”

Again, Wanda glanced uncertainty between them. The warning had shaken her and she was ready to cave in.

“Fine. But please take care of him. He’s all I had. Have.” She corrected herself, emotion breaking in her voice.

“I will.” She assured. With that, Fury gently took the girls arm and escorted her out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Muttering a quick spell under her breath, she door locked.

You breathed out a sigh of relief as your company departed. When you’d been alerted to Pietro Maximov’s death you immediately started prepping for a journey to the spirit realm. You had to physically prepare the ingredients, find the spells, and set everything up. Then you slept for several hours, and had woken up a few hours prior to Fury’s arrival. There was only so much time after someone had died that they could be brought back before they moved on completely, and you were cutting it close with three hours. More or less, you were ready. But there was more than one reason you were hasty to bring him back. You subconsciously placed your right hand on the left side of your ribcage. You couldn’t feel the name written there, but you knew it by heart. The words had been there for centuries.

Pietro Maximov.

You’d almost fallen over when your pager came through with that name. You’d had it memorized since you could remember. That was your soulmate. And here he was laying dead in front of you.

You shook out of your thoughts as you clipped a pulse ox to his finger. It was attached to a heart monitor in a different room, which would send an alert to Dr Banners Lab when Pietro’s heart started up again. Then, since you always came out unconscious as well, you’d both be taken to the medical wing to make sure you were okay. It was a nice system you and Bruce had worked out.

Your hand hovered over a cluster of crystals before finding one who’s energy felt right and placing it on the dead mans third eye.

“To guide and protect, may it be a beacon home,” you muttered under your breath, pouring a small amount of potion in his mouth before drinking the rest yourself.

You selected another crystal, murmuring a quick spell and clasping it tightly in your hands.

Consulting your Grimoire briefly, you took a seat beside the table and began the real spell.

As you came to the last verse, you closed your eyes and felt a thick haze come over you. You relaxed into it, repeating the last verse until you felt like you were floating. Nothing had any meaning as everything was abstract for a moment before your feet hit solid ground.

You opened your eyes and it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room. Looking around, you were relieved to find the familiar room you’d visited thrice before. High cathedral ceilings braced on every wall with sprawling bookshelves. Ladders and balconies interlaced the shelves, and a number of couches and arm chairs were scattered around the enormous room, which was filled with people, (although it was by no means full.)

Holding your crystal to the left, you found no reaction, but upon holding it to the right it began to glow softly. You turned and began walking, following the stones glow for some time until it shimmered brightly before stopping abruptly. You pocketed it and looked around for the boy with silver hair. It didn’t take long for you to find him, sitting in a chair, his leg moving up and down, almost impatiently. Your heart sped up as you got your first real look at him. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t incredibly handsome. A few quick steps brought you to him.

“Pietro?” You questioned softly, cautiously taking a seat in the overstuffed green armchair beside him.

His gaze quickly snapped to you, his eyes hardening.

“How do you know my name?”

“I know your sister, Wanda.” You said, heart hurting when his eyes softened with a certain kind of sadness. His entire demeanor changed once you said his sisters name.

“Is she alright? I didn’t vant to leave her, but I couldn’t stay.” He buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. “I vish I could have stayed.” His head quickly snapped up and his blue eyes met yours again. “You have to believe me, I would have stayed if I could, but the pain...” he winced as he trailed off. “I don’t think I could have, even if I tried harder.”

“You couldn’t have,” you soothed, placing a comforting hand on his arm. You tried to ignore the small zap of electricity that ran through you, and Pietro seemed to not notice it. “Would you like to go see her?”

His eyes widened. “I can go back? I can see her?” A look of dread crossed his face. “Vait, vait, she’s not here is she?”

“No, no she’s not.” You reassured. “She’s still alive.” It was quiet for a moment as he contemplated your words. After studying him briefly, you broke the silence again.

“They fixed your body, you know. If you were alive, it would be working just fine.”

He scoffed.

“A lot of good zhat will do me here.”

“I told you there was a way back. Do you believe me?”

His eyes bore into your for a moment as he remained silent.

“I do. Would you take me? Now? Please.” You admired the resolve on his face and decided he was as ready as he’d ever be to go back.

“Take my hands.” You offered them to him, palms up. He tentatively placed his hands atop yours, and you didn’t miss the look of hope and trust in his eyes.

You took a deep breath.

“Focus entirely on me, okay? You’ll want to give in and slip away. Don’t. Just focus on my voice.” He nodded and you took a deep breath.

You closed your eyes and began the return spell. His hands clasped yours tighter as the haze settled again, thicker this time. You resisted the urge to stay. Knowing it came every time you left helped you steele yourself against it.

You were almost there. The last verse of the spell left your lips as a strange electric feeling spread up your arms.

Darkness.

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A voice softly called your name. You ignored it, opting to stay in the comforting darkness that surrounded you. There was nothing bad here. It felt nice; soft.

There was that voice again. Someone else was in the room too. They were worried about how long you’d been asleep.

The thought didn’t cross your consciousness, but you knew what would happen when you got up. Everything would hurt, there would be a lot of people to answer to, and you’d be responsible for Pietro. The thought jolted you. Pietro. Alive.

You abruptly sat up, eyes blinking open quickly and feet swinging over the side of the bed. You ignored the way the room spun around you.

“Where is he?” You questioned, pulling at the tape that held the IV in your arm. You grimaced at how slurred your words were.

Someone’s hands came into your line of sight and stopped you from pulling the tape off your arm.

“Calm down, please Y/n. You need to leave your IV in.” He took the arm without the IV and helped you sit back on the bed.

“He’s right, your body needs the fluids. You can get up later though. As long as you take your IV pole with you.”

You looked up and blinked several times, trying to get the sleep out of your eyes. The blurred figures cleared to reveal Steve, his hand still over yours to keep you from pulling out your IV, and Tony, standing at the end of your bed, jotting down something on a clipboard.

“Where’s Bruce?” Your words were slightly less slurred, but your voice sounded scratchy now.

“Hopped a Quinjet to hell knows where. We’re trying to locate him, but my stealth tech is too good for Shield to hack.” Tony couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice as he handed you a cup of water. You drank it gratefully.

It was silent for a moment, both men exchanging looks before Steve broke the silence.

“You did good, Y/n. You brought Pietro back, his body is functioning how it should...he’s doing great.”

“Not to mention his sister is doing much much better. She hasn’t blasted anybody with her magic since he’s been back.” Tony cut in. “Which is wonderful.”

“I need to go see him.” You said, giving them both even looks.

“No, kid, you need to rest.”

“Tony, need I remind you I am centuries older than you are?” You said cooly, narrowing your eyes at him.

He held his hands up in surrender. “Yeah, no, of course. It’s just kinda hard to remember when you look like you’re seventeen.”

You quirked a brow.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

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Eventually they let you go to Pietro’s room. Wanda was there when you arrived, and you’d taken her seat next to his bed. She was grateful when you offered to switch her so she could go shower and get some sleep. It was now two days after you’d brought him back. He’d already awoken, but was asleep when you’d switched places with Wanda. The brunette had quickly warmed up to you now that you’d brought her brother back. Steve said she’d even come to visit you before you’d woken up.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice Pietro was awake.

“It vas you,” he said quietly. Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice and your eyes met his piercing gaze. His eyes looked much more blue in this world.

“You remember?” You asked curiously. Only one of the people you’d brought back previously had remembered you doing so.

“Da. You vere zhere. You brought me back.” His eyes searched yours. “Vhy do I remember? It seems like something you should forget.”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. Sometimes people remember, sometimes they don’t.”

It was silent for a moment.

“And zhey say you are a vitch, nu?”

You nodded.

“Yes. The good kind.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. You wouldn’t mind hearing that sound every day. Or seeing the way his mouth curled up and his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“Zhen zhat is good for me.”

You nodded before remembering you had something for him.

“Oh, this is for you,” You said, pulling a small crystal necklace out of your pocket. The silver chain spilled out of your hand, the color striking against the deep blue and purple tones in the rock.

He regarded it curiously, holding out his hand and accepting it when you offered it to him.

“It’s called Chrysocolla. It helps with expressing yourself and your feelings. It’ll help. Coming back is jarring, talking about it is good.”

His gaze flickered between you and the necklace for a moment.

“Could you help me put it on?”

You nodded and took the necklace from him, walking to the head of the bed. He sat forward as you reached behind him to fasten the clasp. Your chest ended up near his shoulder and before you knew it his arms were wrapped around you in a hug.

You stiffened in surprise and he immediately pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...I just...I-I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, sitting tentatively on the edge of his bed. “When people come back they need lots of physical contact to ground them. Help reassure them that they’re alive. It’s perfectly normal, it was just unexpected. You don’t need to apologize.”

He nodded slowly, although he still leaned away from you like he was afraid to touch you.

“Would you like me to go?” You asked softly. He shook his head.

“No, please. Stay.”

You nodded toward the small space beside him. “May I?” He nodded and moved over a bit.

You eased yourself up onto the bed until you were laying down beside him.

“Tell me a story,” you ask softly.

You relax as you listen to his accented voice tell you about happier times with his family. You’re not sure when, but you started to feel yourself nodding off, more relaxed than you’d been all week.

——————-

You winced as you shifted against something solid and warm. Dammit, you’d fallen asleep.

Wait. Something warm.

Shit.

You peeked an eye open and were met with the sight of your sleeping soulmate, or more accurately, his chest, pressed against your face. His arm was around your waist, effectively holding you hostage. You groaned internally. No way could you get up without waking him. Why hadn’t you gone back to your room last night? You’d fallen asleep with him and he hadn’t woken you up.

You shifted and winced again. The week after bringing someone back was never fun.

“Well aren’t you kids cute.”

You jumped, going to sit up, but Pietro’s arm only tightened around you, preventing you from leaving and causing you to hit the thin mattress again.

“It’s too early,” he mumbled. His accent was especially thick in the morning. That only made Tony laugh, and you blush.

“Don’t test me, Anthony.” You rolled your eyes. You grasped Pietros (rather strong) arm and pulled him off of you so you could sit up. That was when you noticed Tony wasn’t alone.

“Hello Wanda.” You tried to act nonchalant as you got out of the hospital bed, but if the look on her face was any indication, you failed miserably.

“Hello. How are you?”

The sound of her voice made Pietro perk up. He looked between his sister and you.

“Uite ce ai făcut. Este vina ta ea s-a sculat,” he accused lightly, giving Wanda a playful glare. She smirked.

“Îmi pare atât de rău. Arăta exact ca și cum v-ați face plăcere.” She shot back.

Pietro shook his head and laughed awkwardly, glancing at you again and quickly looking away.

You shifted uncomfortably, both from pain and from not understanding their conversation. You winced again. Thankfully, no one noticed.

“So kids, any questions for the lovely witch before she goes back to her lair?”

“Don’t make me hex you, Stark,” you deadpanned, sending a glare his way.

His face blanked for a moment before resuming his usual carefree expression. “Of course. My apologies ma’am. It won’t happen again.”

“I actually do have a question,” Wanda interrupted, looking worriedly between you and Tony. Evidently she was unaware your banter was friendly.

“You used serious magic to bring my brother back, didn’t you?” The mood shifted. “Serious magic has consequences, doesn’t it?” She asked her question tentatively, as though she didn’t quite know if what she was saying had any relevance. You sighed internally but smiled gently at her.

“It’s white magic, Wanda. Nothing I did will result in anything bad happening to you or your brother.”

“Nothing?” She asked, hope shining in her eyes.

“No bad side effects whatsoever.”

She moved as though to hug you, but seemed to think better of it, offering you a simple, “thank you.”

You smiled a small, genuine smile as she returned to her brother, both of them conversing in their naive language.

You turned to Tony, smirking slightly.

“Mind helping an old lady downstairs, kid?”

He gave you a look halfway between embarrassed and annoyed.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll make sure to get you your prune juice, too.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up your throat as Tony opened the door for you.

————

You lay on your side as your hand weakly circled clockwise over a mason jar, sprinkling salt as you went. You muttered a short spell under your breath before heaving yourself up onto your forearm and downing the contents of the jar. You made a face as you fell back down.

You were currently curled up on a mess of blankets and pillows in the corner of your room. You’d managed to light a few candles when Tony had helped you down here two days ago, and, mercifully, they were still burning. (Maybe it was partially magic but you were going off of good fortune.)

The entire reason for you being curled up and miserable was already up and zipping around the compound. He’d knocked on your door twice, and you’d ignored him both times. You were hardly very sociable anyways, so it wasn’t concerning to anyone when you were absent from the common areas for a few days.

But, to get to the point, you were in pain. The last three times you had brought someone back to life, the pain had come with them. Within forty eight hours of waking up you ended up in mind-numbing, nerve-searing pain.

The first person you’d brought back had been Agent Coulson. Director Fury had sent someone to tell you he’d been killed, and to ask if there was anything you might be able to do. You’d only been working with SHEILD for about a year, but Coulson was by far your favorite person there. You were devastated when you got the news and immediate threw yourself into your spell books to find something.

Your answer lay in a book filled with, well, black magic. Black magic brought harm to those using the magic and/or to the recipients. Although in this case, it only harmed you.

Meaning, the magic preformed came at the bearers expense. It was something akin to a wielders fee. Although it didn’t result in death, it caused indescribable internal pain.

When you found the spell, it ended with a warning. You’d studied it carefully and decided it was worth it to bring Coulson back. You’d opted out of telling Fury about the side effects, instead letting him think it was draining and you needed time to regain your energy after.

And so you brought someone back to life for the first time.

The second time was a classified mission that only Fury, Agent Hill, and Tony Stark knew about. There was a reason you were closer with Tony than with the other avengers, and that was because you had brought him back to life after a mission gone badly wrong.

The pain had worsened the second time around, but the third time was almost unbearable. A family friend had died in a hunting accident, and you’d brought him back. That was, unfortunately, he and his brothers first experience with a good witch.

But this pain was different. More intense. It had started when you went to visit Pietro and give him his necklace. Slowly, like small rivers of acid, it had begun burning down your sides. By the time you’d woken up the next morning, I was like hot knives twisting into your abdomen and chest. Now? Now you had already passed out once from the pain. And your past experience told you that you had at least another day to experience it.

You tried to focus on anything other than yourself. The pain was worth it if someone who shouldn’t have died in the first place got to live. And besides that, Pietro would be able to save so many people. This was the right choice. You could deal with a little pain.

—————

You were in, what you hoped was, the last few hours of pain. It was manageable, and you felt like you could breath again. You’d had a turmeric tea not ten minutes ago, hoping that might calm some of the pain down (although if you were being honest it was more of a placebo since you knew the pain was caused by magic and not physical ailments.)

You managed to sit up and were now making protective charms and amulets. It was a good way to pass the time; not too much concentration was needed, but it kept your mind and body busy. Besides, there was always a need for a bit more protection.

You gasped suddenly, the unfinished amulet in your hand falling to the floor with a thud. You couldn’t hear the soft sound over the scream that ripped through your throat before darkness overtook you.

—————

Beeping. There was a beeping sound, but it was so far away. If only you could get closer, you might understand what it was. Wait, no. You knew what it was. A heart monitor? Why was there a heart monitor?

“She’s twitching. Did you see that?”

“She’s been twitching this whole time.”

The words sounded as though they’d been spoken under water. But they were so familiar. Who were they?

“Vhy didn’t she tell me?”

Pietro. You tried to sit up, but your body did nothing. You couldn’t even open your eyes. You wanted to scream in frustration. You froze inside yourself at the sound of glass shattering. A moment passed in silence before someone spoke.

“Did she just do that?”

Steve! You knew that was Steve.

“No sir, it just shattered on its own.”

You would’ve rolled your eyes if you could at Tony’s sarcasm.

“Vhy is zat important? She’s still not vaking up. Itz been four days! She should be avake.”

Your heart hurt. Four days? You’d been here, wherever here was, for four days?

“She’s my soulmate, dammit, and she didn’t tell me and she’s still asleep-“

You couldn’t focus on what he was saying. He knew? He knew you were his soulmate? How did he find out? Tony didn’t know, he couldn’t have told him. Hell, Fury didn’t know, not even Coulson knew, and he was your closest friend at Shield.

You vaguely heard Tony tell Pietro to kiss you and see if it woke you up before hearing Pietros retort that you couldn’t give consent so it wasn’t happening. You smiled to yourself you could hear footsteps, which seemed to leave the room, and for a moment you were afraid you were alone. Then you felt a weight settle next to you.

“I’m so sorry, draga mea. This is my fault.”

‘No!’ You thought. ‘None of this is your fault. I chose this! I wanted to save you!’ But your lips refused to move and the words weren’t coming out.

You heard Pietro sigh. Then something touched your hand.

A burst of electricity ran up your arm and all at once your eyes opened and you breathed in suddenly, jerking upwards and falling back again. Your breathing regulated as your eyes met Pietros.

His face broke into a smile and before you could process what was happening his strong arms pulled your body into his to give you a strong yet tender hug. He pulled back.

“Vhy didn’t you tell me?” His voice wasn’t accusatory, but questioning, and his eyes looked pained.

“About...?”

He rolled his eyes. “Zhat you are my soulmate.”

“How did you even-“

“Well, cupcake, JARVIS found you curled up and screaming in your room, unconscious, mind you. After a quick scan, he found an insane amount of energy, and, we’re guessing, pain, in your body. We thought you might be having a heart attack or a stroke or something like that, so the doctor did have to get your clothes off you. He found your soul mark and let us know. Probably thought you guys were already together since we live in the same compound. So long story short,” Tony ended, leaning down to plant a kiss on your head, “we saved your life and you found your soulmate. You’re welcome.”

You shook your head slightly, still trying to process all the information that had just been thrown at you.

Steve, who you hadn’t noticed till now, lightly hit Tony on the arm.

“Way to overwhelm her, Tony.”

Pietro shook his head at them and took your hand comfortingly.

“It’s all going to be okay, draga. No more pain now.”

You have him a soft smile, squeezing his hand lightly.

—————

Eventually all the excitement died down. You weren’t allowed to leave the hospital floor for three days. Doctors orders. ‘Doctor’ being Tony.

Steve and Tony left, after Tony had JARVIS check your vitals for the hundredth time and was certain you weren’t in pain or about to die. Wanda came by a few times. She seemed happy to see you both, and was calling you by a name in Romanian, which you didn’t understand. You blushed later when Pietro told you it meant ‘sister’.

The rest of the team came by as well. Natasha was kind enough to bring you a few crystals, and was particularly amused by how Pietros hand never left yours, (but if it did, he would still be touching you in some way.) Sam and Rhodey both stopped in, each with a large bouquet of obnoxiously bright flowers. Rhodey was just as concerned as Tony was, and Sam mostly just teased you (which made you blush which made Pietro smirk.)

Finally, everyone had left, and it was just you and Pietro. The lights were off, and the room had a soft glow from the fairy lights Tony had decided to put up. (Just for fun, he insisted.) Pietro was curled up on the bed with you, his arm across your waist. His fingers were busy tracing patterns against your side. The feeling was incredibly comforting, and you were relaxed enough to fall asleep.

His fingers stilled abruptly as he raised his head so his eye met yours. You were surprised to see tears and worriedly brought your hand up to cup his cheek.

“Pietro, what’s wrong?”

Your heart nearly broke as tears began to trickle down his face.

“Vhy would you put yourself through all zhat pain? Starks computer showed us zhe energy spike. It hurt you. It hurt you badly. And he’s sure that you knew what would happen.” His voice broke as your hand found his and you laced your fingers together. “So vhy vould you do zhat to yourself...to save me?”

You wet your lips, finding them a little salty and realized that you were crying as well. You pushed yourself up onto your side so that you were almost on top of him and he could see your face clearly.

“Pietro Maximov, I have been in love with you since I first saw you. I saw how much you love Wanda. I know you died saving Clint and that child. You are so brave, and kind, and good.” You paused and took a deep breath. “You want to know why I put myself through that?“

He nodded hesitantly; the tears had stopped flowing and you gently wiped the remainder of them from his face.

“I brought you back because I love you, and because you deserve to be here. Your heart and your body have the ability to help so many people; and if I had to go through a little pain for that, it was worth it. And it’ll be worth it to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You pressed your forehead against his. His hands found the back of your neck, holding you close.

“Te iubesc, inima mea. Te iubesc atât de mult.” You couldn’t understand his words, but somehow you knew. He loved you too.

His demeanor suddenly turned shy, something you weren’t expecting.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” His breath was warm as it hit your skin and you nodded, leaning forward as he did to close the of the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours. Your insides lit up as his lips moved softly against yours. If your eyes were open, you were sure there’d be sparks flying.

You slowly broke apart, stealing several smaller kisses as you separated. Your eyes fluttered open in time to catch the adoring way he was looking at you.

“Vă mulțumesc,” he whispered quietly, pulling you back onto the bed with him and tucking you into his side so that he was spooning you.

“I love you,” You said softly, turning your head so he could see you.

“I love you more, iubito,” he responded. You turned back and settled down, feeling the most whole you’d felt in a long time.

————

“Don’t you think he’s a little too young for you?” Tony’s voice cracked thought the speakers. You groaned, hiding your face in Pietros side as his chest rumbled with laughter. Yeah, everything was going to be just fine.

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